im starting to wonder what life is like without council.

and im quite scared to imagine because then every single morning is in the absence of the 29 familiar faces.

2 more days.

Its only a short 6 more days to the end of my council term.

Now that im really shagged after doing the script for tomorrow deejaying thing (which is like daily) after coming home late from council, i'm really glad that finally i can go home when the sun is still out and not when its only a few more hours to waking up again.

But during rehearsal just now, when I saw the no 7 getting their postings and all, it really dawned upon me that I'm really stepping down and leaving the organisation that has comprised a majority of my jc life. And now that there are people replacing what i have a responsibilty to, it only felt like yesterday i was assigned the roles.

im gonna miss council, really. but thank god i can start studying properly.

I'm too embarassed to say this.

I dislocated my left ankle during council camp.

Yes okay. Stop making faces, yeah okay, laugh all you want. I know what you thinking... I thought about it too. I am the coolest person alive, I know that.

So you know during council camp, we have this fast march segment at night and we march from school to Pasir Ris Park, to the expressway then to Sunplaza Park then back to school. And all this happens at night. I'm telling you, it's the coolest shit ever.

So while we were at Pasir Ris Park, I offered to help Daryl look for his missing bag and in the midst of the No 7's shouts and my pumping adrenalin and increasing exhaustion, my left ankle inverted and I was like, "%^$$%^$^%$!!!".

And if you remember, I sprained my left ankle too last year so I thought it will go away if I just stopped walking for a while. But it was already at night, and where I was at in the park was far from where the no 6 and no 7 from and you and I know what happens in a park when you are all alone in the dark... you fart if you have to.

No, wait, that's the other thing you could do. What I'm saying is, I was afraid of seeing a ghost or just somehow walked into another dimension altogether. So, to hell with the sprained ankle, I'd better off moving my ass to where the crowd is or that sprain will be the last thing I would ever feel.

So you know, adrenaline pumping and all that shit, you forget pain. You can even forget you're marching in the middle of the night along the expressway when you're ass is better off sleeping at home. And the pain was really bearable so I just continued marching with the rest to Sunplaza Park. And by then it was already like 3 hours since I sprained it, so I totally forgot about it till Daryl wanted me to go back school by the car.

Even then, after we reached school, I could still nap, wake at and bathe at 4am and went back to sleep, walked to the toilet at 7am to brush my teeth and put on my shoes and not feel nothing. But but but, at about 11am I started to feel the pain and when Chee Kian helped me with the ice pack, my left ankle was a bit bent to right.

By 2pm, my left ankle was close to 90 degrees bent to the right and it vibrates like I have some spasm shit going on. But I don't feel the pain of having a bent ankle only sprained kinda pain so I didn't think it was very serious.

And when I was at the hospital, they told me, "Omg, that's gross". And I was like, thank you for sympathising with your patients. And they shamlessly asked me how come my ankle was very bent. In my mind, I was like, if I had known why, I wouldn't be here, I would get someone to push it right back then spending money on a doctor who doesn't even know what the hell happened to my ankle. But all I said was, "You're the doctor. You tell me".

And oh, did I mention that there was this intern in the room from China, I think (because his name screams China like mad) who is so freakishly handsome? I know that doesn't really go hand in hand but miracles do happen.

Yeah so anyway, I had 4 X-rays and they injected pain killer and pushed my ankle back in so now it's kinda straight but it will fall out of position once I let go. And you know what totally makes this the perfect story to tell if you have a friend with a sprained ankle and decides to play hero by continuing to walk on?

I had an allergic reaction of some sort to the pain killer and my right eye is swollen like an egg.

So now, swollen left ankle, swollen right eye... lets see how far this will go.

Hello!

This comes a little too late but in case anyone is wondering about my PW result, it's A.

So, just when I thought something good is actually coming into my life, life comes back and bit me like a good bitch. I trust I don't have to remind you of how accident-prone I can get and if there is ever a 50% probabilty of getting hurt in a non-dangerous activity, I am in the other side of 50%. That's the making of a champion.

Yesterday was the most eventful day I ever had in a week. In the morning, I was listening to The Beatles and of all songs, Hey Jude was on repeat in my head so I didn't do much yesterday except for singing really really loudly and out of tune the whole day. Then at night, I was on the bed reading a book and honestly, that song sticked in my head better than 10 leeches ever could stick on anybody's behind.

So, I was at the right side of my bed and I rolled over, no wait, I kind of violently rolled over to the left and reached out to the floor to get my mp3. So get this, there is a wardrobe on the left side of my bed. Any solid object that is in the proximity of my motion is an interference and thus a probable source of injury.

And true enough, I hit my head on the edge of my wardrobe and I literally, jerked back and was on my back for quite a while. At first, I was so shocked, some kind of adrenalin rush kinda thing. Then when that stopped, everything else did. And that's when I had a lapse kind of thing, you know, like not being aware of what happened at that instant. I blanked out.

When I was concious, my vision was blurred and hell, I was so afraid I hit some kind of nerve thingy that would make me blind or like amnesia, the first thing I instinctively did was shout out my own name. And since I did not shout out "Jessica Alba", I knew I was fine.

But but but, I had a super high fever later, went for check-up and all and I think I'm fine. The only discomfort is that my head hurts, my ear will suddenly gets blocked and then I'd feel a poking kinda thing in both ears. But other than that, I'm good.

Anyway, my ulcer is gone! Something's gotta give.

Secretly, I'm worried that there's some damage in my brain.

I'm thinking whether to go to school tomorrow or not. I've not been feeling well since last Thursday and my fever is like on-off kinda thing oh but the ulcer on my tongue is getting better but but but, there's a new one at the tip of my tongue now.

Anyway, I really really really hate it when someone wants me to do something and they'll go, "If you really care about ____, then you'll do it". Or like, " I understand if you dont want to ____ but if it really means a lot to you, you would do it."

Smart move if you want someone to do something really nasty. But really, do you think by passing such a statement, I'd actually do whatever you want me to do just because I have to prove to you that whatever that thing is really is important to me. Cause if I go the other way, it shows I don't really care about it.

Like exxxcccuuuuussseeee me, who are you?! There was this once, someone said to me, "If you really care about this project, you'll do it". Knowing full well that I care about the outcome of the project, cause excuse me, I put in most of the effort and she just sashayed in, hoping someone would assume her brain is squeezed dried, she dare tell me "If I really care.."!

I remembered telling her "I really care about this project but I won't do it because I don't have to prove anything to someone who don't matter... like you". She cried and didn't want to friend me. We were in Primary 4.

I was so mean even then. Oh goodness.

Moral of the story, if you want me to do something, just tell me nicely. If I like you enough, I'd do it.

PW results tmr!

i deleted because i realised i am just an angry kid deep inside. and i have many things to be grateful and thankful about but im just angry. which is very strange.

mbt results are screwed. was expecting to at least pass chem but oh man, i got a U instead.

anyway, i have an ulcer on the bottom side of my tongue to the left. its like at the bottom but near to the corner. so everytime i move my tongue it rubs against my gum or tooth, i cringe. and then swear. and then cringe again because it hurts when i talk.

peace and quiet for many people arnd me.

klabye. very painful la.